He won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber, poor fool.

“Sleep on your stone pillow, and let the gulls peck out your eyes while the crab…”

“Was there ever a war where only one side bled?”

“His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.”

“He is not my father. The thought leapt unbidden to Jon's mind. Lord Eddard Star…”